Hers
Starwoven: A Story in Verse - Chapter 11
HERS still pacing couldn’t sleep wouldn’t not hers borrowed from something ancient or stolen hers seen before heard before what was trying to break through break her not to be broken Not again. the cost of knowing the cost of not Can I protect her? she sat and faced it loss of her unborn a trigger stasis vault a trigger not stasis not healing … dissection they cut her open took everything her call to the stars their call back threatened they took it she buried it she did heart soul shattered Gurdjieff I was just a child … she crumbled just a child no longer whispers no longer rumors the blade the cold not borrowed stolen but Red— she had it too she’d be damned if they would steal it from Red
Red startled short, deep sleep startled there stood Mum I haven’t got all day. Red perplexed Zophia to self Innocence is a luxury. Let’s go. Red scurried behind past the gathering pod past the kitchen out the Finn family pod Zophia swift paced Red determined no failure approaching the hidden door the AOD suspicion Why? whooshed the door Issi’s smile Master Beathan, tend her while I go … Red first flinched next shrunk Zophia lingered wanting to comfort awkward for both My willful daughter. mouth twitching trying to reach a gentle smile … couldn’t
Observer 1: The daughter’s eyes are opening. Observer 2: Then it’s time we begin. Observer 1: Should we notify the Speaker? Observer 2: Not yet. Let’s see if she reaches the threshold.
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